Tuesday, 17 December 2013

Nearly Half On Time

The Fraud of Historical Fiction

The Fraud of Historical Fiction

 

I remember it well, and accurately. On 21 November 1963, I was in a New York upstate bar, watching football on TV. This guy next to me said, "It's so sad that Kennedy's gonna be shot tomorrow." I said, "What?" "You don't know? It's gonna happen in Dallas. A 'little communist' named Lee Harvey Oswald, entirely unknown, is gonna shoot him in Dealey Plaza." "Wow! How do you know all this?" He smiled. "I dunno. Only thing I know is it's gonna happen."

He paid up and left. I wish I'd asked him his name!

 

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"He proved it to us using some kind of a philosophical technique.

"'Here's how you can prove there's no God. For any principle or idea or whatever, there has to exist its opposite. Black is nothing without white, integers are nothing if there's no zero. That kind of thing. Now, in order for there to be a God, there'd have to be a Satan. Now tell me, does Satan exist? Of course not! The idea's absurd. Thus, since there's no Satan, there's no God.'

"I thought maybe there was something wrong with his logic, but I was persuaded. His voice...."

 

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Season 5, Episode 37: 26 June 1964: "The Spacemen"

 

14 April 1970.

-Mission Control, calling Mission Control.

-Hello, who is calling please?

-Why, it's Jim Lovell, on Apollo 13.

-M'okay. Um, what desk are you sitting at?

-What desk? I'm in the Apollo 13 spacecraft!

-Well, okay. I have to let you know this call may be recorded for customer service purposes.

-Fine, fine! We've got a problem here!

-Okay, I hear you. I have to ask you some security questions.

-What?

-Just a couple. What was the name of the street you grew up on?

-How does that matter??

 

*

 

His name is James Lowell. His profession: Astronaut. He's the commander of the thirteenth Apollo mission, with the intention of exploring the moon. But, on this journey, an explosion has occurred. The astronauts knew the risks, knew it was just a matter of chance. But this was no ordinary explosion. This was an explosion not just through space, but through time. In a few minutes, Lovell and his crew will discover there are more things in the heavens and on the earth.... For it's actually the 22nd of November, 2013, just another date on the calendar, in the twilight zone.

 

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"I told Jimbo, 'Did your cousins say anything yesterday? That they had to leave in a hurry?'

"Jimbo said, 'No, they didn't say anything.'

"'So strange.'

"'Did the note say anything else?'

"'Nothing.'

"Two weeks passed, with no word from either of them. Was it something we'd done? Had our hospitality been somehow remiss? Was it because David had given them connecting rooms? There was a lot mysterious to the business, and it wasn't until a whole lot later that we learned that the gypsy had locked them in the cellar, behind a fake wall, kindly treated, but sex slaves."

 

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The time machine was the piece of lab equipment that cost to her the most. But, once she had it, everything was smooth sailing.

She went back to 1973, found the subjects she had been examining in 2013, and observed them. Yes, she had been correct in her hypothesis. They were very conscientious toddlers. Who could have predicted that adults as toddlers exhibited their later conditions?

Further hypotheses jumped to mind. If she modified in 2013 a psyche to become non-conscientious, would the toddler become non-conscientious too?

She ran a controlled test in 2013, making half non-conscientious.

The toddlers changed!

 

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The painting inspectors arrived unexpectedly at three AM.

After silently flashing their badges they went straight into my studio.

I watched as they flipped through my canvases.

A painting was pulled out.

"Jim, I think this is it."

'Jim' went over to look. He pulled out a blue paint swatch and held it against my painting. The other agent held a bright pocket flashlight.

"It's a match."

They came up to me, notebooks open.

'Jim' said, "You're under arrest for employing a forbidden colour."

"Which one?"

"The racist one."

"I didn't know."

"Son, ignorance of the law is no excuse."

 

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Kongming

 

Chapter 50's title starts with

"Kongming Foresees the Outcome at Huarong"

and that's precisely what happens

Kongming puts the ambushes in precisely the right places

to capture Cao Cao.

But the trick of it is obviously

that the events narrated

took place some thousand years before this version of

Three Kingdoms

was written.

Yesterday, I had a premonition.

I would write about genetics and OCD

I would see something about Karl Kraus

I would write about Three Kingdoms

and don't you see?

I was right about it all!

I am prescient!

I know what will happen tomorrow!

Tomorrow night!

 

***

 

The scientist offered me his written summary, which he proceeded to summarize further.

"Firstly, we've found a positive correlation between obsessive compulsive disorder and artistry. By analysing the biographies of artists, we found in their childhood and throughout their lives some measure of OCD. Meaning a special type of concentration is necessary to make art.

"Secondly, we have linked the genetics of OCD with the 23rd chromosome pair. OCD correlates to 80%±10% with the Y."

"Wait. Are you saying that artistry correlates positively with maleness?"

"Yes, but correlation is not causation....

"That's how we can weasel out of that one."

 

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The Lurking Horror

 

At 3:40 a.m. 18 May 1148, the astronomer disengaged his photographic plates and put away his telescope. Yes, the object was moving too fast through the sky to be a star. It appeared to be getting larger. What could it be? He would develop the plate in the morning.

In bed, he heard a shuffling sound in the hallway. Then the door opened, and in crept a grey-green pyramidical creature not four feet tall, and glistening in the rising moonlight. As it breathed heavily, foully, it held out a 16.0 megapixel DSLR, took a picture, and left.

 

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More evidence

 

I got home from a night out with a friend. Mary was out elsewhere. I went up to the door, checked the mailbox, and opened the screen door. I reached in my pocket for my keys. They weren't there. I checked all my pockets. I'd lost my keys.

Mary would be coming along soon anyway. I walked back to Broadview, thinking about lost keys. From Broadview I went back to the house. Maybe she'd returned by some other route.

Lights were out. Maybe I could jimmy the door? I checked the lock. My key was in the lock.

 

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"Third year of Dragon Harmony. Seventh month. Third day.

"She told me to meet her in the movie theatre as she would be arriving early.

"I arrived late. The theatre was half full. I sat unobtrusively and looked about.

"I spotted her and made my way up the centre aisle then along a row to where she sat beside a man.

"I touched her. She was cold. I embraced her. She was dead.

"The man made a move to leave.

"'Stop him! He poisoned my wife!'

"He said, 'No—she gave me the pills! I'm going to see a doctor!'"

 

***

 

"He told us something interesting that night.

"He said, 'Your average hotel. Let's consider a hotel with a hundred rooms. What's going on in those rooms? Every day, every day the room are fully occupied? Well, you know what's happening. In three-quarters of the rooms, day in and day out, there's fucking going on. That's right: a hundred rooms, seventy-five fucks a day.'

"'So what are you getting at?' June asked.

"He spread his hands like a God would. 'You're missing out on a lot of opportunities. Imagine what a less scrupulous soul might do.'

"We talked about it later."

 

***

 

"Can it be true?"

"Can what be true?" I asked the purple space monster.

"You count your days of live starting at birth rather than death?"

"Of course," I said, brushing a bit of lint from my collar. "How else?"

"We count from death."

"How can you do that?"

"It's most ordinary. I find it hard to explain. But you: from birth? How can you know when you will be born?"

I did not know what he was getting at. "We know because we know. It's certain."

"Isn't that odd. Maybe you have them reversed."

We argued into the night.

 

***

 

A membrane surrounds the compressed air, and a hand surrounds part of the membrane (which is a ball). Members of an opposing team surround the one whose hand surrounds part of the membrane. Both teams are surrounded by rows and rows of NBA fans, and the Staples Center surrounds the NBA fans but they are also surrounded by black rectangular squares all over North America, and one of these squares is surrounded by a noisy restaurant which is surrounded by other buildings, and streets. The buildings and streets are on a membrane—but this time the pressure comes from without.

 

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Gene Autry Plays His eGuitar

 

I wish I had one of these things when I was just starting out. Imagine where I could have gone with a machine that had such perfect touch to it. Funny thing, time. Sometimes I pity folks alive in 1500 because they never had a chance to even read a Shakespeare play. So imagine I wasn't here now. Not able to play on this wonderful machine. I'd be ... a hundred years before my time, in a sense. Well, hello folks. Fifty thousand watts, brought to you by King Arthur Flour. I found my thrill....

 

***

 

All he could think about was sleep as the bus bumped. The even cracks in the pavement sounded out a heartbeat. His limbs were heavy. He noticed that even if he'd wanted to he couldn't get up which he always took as a sure sign sleep was on its way. He tried to keep his eyes open, paradoxically to make sure he slept soundly. Then he couldn't keep them open when he failed to keep them open. Lub-dub, lub-dub, beat the cracks. His head wouldn't move. Everything was confused in his head. He was on a bus. On a bus.

 

***

 

Don't you know it? It's all because of the senses. When they agree, everything makes sense. When they disagree, one of them has to give in. For example: yesterday it felt very cold. There was no snow on the ground. Today there's snow, and even though the temperature hasn't changed, it doesn't seem as cold. That's because yesterday the sense of sight and the sense of touch were in disaccord; today, the two senses are in accord. It felt colder when there wasn't any snow. As simple as that. Look: here come some guys dressed in white with butterfly nets.

 

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The Magnificent Bigotry of Far From Heaven

 

Turn in your books to page 17 where there's an account of 2002's Far From Heaven. This is our primary sample of what's called chronological bigotry. The film depicts the 1950s as, ironically, bigoted, considering that the film-maker—Todd Haynes—intended it as a (ham-fisted) condemnation of bigotry. However, the bigotry of the film (against the 1950s) overshadows any cogent critique because it is so intentional. By cherry-picking elements of his hated parents' lives, Haynes illuminates his bigotry in a way that only an East Coast bigot can. Write up a long condemnation.

 

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Hampster Sightings

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hampster_Dance The Hampster Dance or Hampsterdance is one of the earliest examples of an Internet meme.

http://www.hampsterdance.com/

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=hampster 1. hampster The incorrect pronounciation of 'hamster'. Annoying as hell.

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xo8kgf_f-777-hampster-dance_music Top of Form Bottom of Form * Browse

http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/hampster-dance I Can Has ROFLrazzi FAIL Blog

http://originalhampster.ytmnd.com/ Back to YTMND Site Profile Comments Title The Original Hampster Dance

https://www.google.ca/search?q=%22hampster%22&sa=N&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&ei=v9ivUu-DAsSQ2gXusoHACQ&ved=0CCkQsAQ4Cg&biw=1893&bih=915 Web Images Maps More

(In response to a complaint we received under the US Digital Millennium Copyright Act, we have removed 1 result(s) from this page. If you wish, you may read the DMCA complaint that caused the removal(s) at ChillingEffects.org.)

 

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Weather, 1:30 AM EST, 27 December 2013 AD.

It's 26º in Abidjan. Thunderstorms are expected tonight.

Montevideo's clocking in at 20º. It's 4:30 there. A nice weekend.

Brr, it's cold in Austin! -1º. And it's going to stay that way! Bundle up, weirdos.

Light snow in Moscow now.

Looking for warmth? Head to Brisbane. Clocking at 24º, with visibility at 16 kilometres.

Lovely seaside Riga. Cold there too. At 8:30. Maybe it'll warm up.

All over the world there's atmosphere.

Toasty in Sri Jayawardenapura Kotte. 29º!

It's 20 below in Yellowknife but it feels like -28º.

Dress warmly; dress cool.

 

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To Our Readers

As some of you have complained, we are indeed calling the world-historical city of Kiev Kyiv. We feel we owe an explanation.

The explanation is: Fuck history. So what if all of the past is thrown into incoherence so long as we can look oh-so-superior to you? Who cares if Kiev is a perfectly ordinary English word? What matters is that we, by using Kyiv, stand at a sort of Year Zero, thereby wiping out the past which is, as all bien-pensants know, nothing as compared to our infinitely superior selves.

(Next year we'll write it Київ!)

 

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Johnny W. has two magnificent body-mangling machines.

One is a wooden table measuring four by seven. Straps for hands and feet are at the corners at top and bottom. Above the table is an array of sharp spikes each one attached through long helices to the ceiling. The helices respond to a computer and its programme and a stereo in the corner of the room. The LP right now on the turntable is side three of the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack. The computer is shut off and Johnny W. is out shopping at the mall.

The other machine is indescribable.

 

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Somewhere in the Middle of Herodotus

 

the oratorical Athenians, knowing as they do that the Persians are going to invade, go to the laconic Spartans for aid, not because they lack brave warriors but rather provisions for the coming great war between east and west. The deputation from Athens arrives and is given audience by the Spartan nobles. The Athenians launch into a great speech, laying out the entire history of the world and the position of Greece within it, up to the present day and including the inevitable war with Persia. The Spartans respond, saying they understood the first part of the speech but they forgot the first part when the Athenians got to the second part and forgot the second part when the Athenians got to the third part. The Athenians retired for the night, wracking their brains as to how to express their wants. Next day they went before the Athenians with a cloth bag. They said, "This bag needs filling." The Spartans nodded with sounds of comprehension. Yes, we will give you what you need ... even though in the sentence "This bag needs filling" the word "bag" was redundant.

This took place 9-10 December 2013.

 

***

 

The President ascended the dais. She said,

"My fellow Americans: recent scientific research has finally calculated—I said finally—the number of British Thermal Units required by the average human being, and that number is equal to ... two sticks of wood a day.

"THUS I am enacting by Executive Order Operative Two-Stick. From this day forward, every citizen will be provided with two sticks a day. All other sources of energy are hereby outlawed. Please line up in alphabetical order for your two hundred sticks sufficient for one hundred days. No pushing, please. Let's think and act scientifically here."

 

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nomenomen

 

I re-found something today, something I'd read in the Oshawa Public Library over thirty years ago, on the Internet. My last name Skaife.

Derived from an Old Norse nickname skeifr. Meaning awry, difficult, with uncontrolled hair, particularly difficult, particularly awkward. (Another definition I read thirty years ago was 'fearful mountain dweller.')

Then I recalled that it's not my father's father's last name. My grandmother's second husband was named Skaife, and I'm unrelated to him. My father took his last name.

But still

Isn't it pretty special that my grandmother re-married just so I would have an appropriate last name?

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